Steve Rogers Oneshots

Steve tapped his pen against his bottom lip, his brows furrowed in concentration. His notebook was open on the table in front of him. He always carried a notebook with him. It began when people started giving him suggestions on what he should read, eat, watch or listen. He decided to simplify things by making lists.  

With your consent, he created a list of things he wanted to try in bed with you. He had a special notebook for that and usually kept it in the drawer of his bedside table. You shared your kinks with him, hoping it would stimulate his imagination. You were not disappointed, Steven Grant Rogers was a kinky man.

The compound was quiet, the Avengers were either on missions or with their families. Steve stared at the page, trying to make up his mind. He wanted to surprise you.

D/s
Phone Sex
Spanking
Denial
Bondage
Dry Humping
Role Play
Mutual Masturbation
Edging
Dirty Talk

Then he saw it; your phone. It was on the kitchen counter next to him and a crocked smile spread across his lips as he closed his notebook. He pushed his chair back and took your phone when he saw you enter the kitchen.

“Wanda just left with Bucky. They went grocery shopping,” you told him, leaning on the counter, a devilish smile of your own. “Wanna do something? And by ‘something’ I mean me.”

“I have something to do first, sweetheart,” he replied, placing your phone in your hand. “You left your phone on the table. Be careful, you’ll need it soon.”

A crease appeared between your brows as you watched him leave the kitchen and enter the corridor that led to the rooms. “What are you talking about? Steve?”

He gave you a cheeky grin and disappeared into his bedroom. You’d recognize that lopsided smirk anywhere. It meant trouble and you couldn’t wait. You quickly collected yourself and ran back to your room.

You sat cross-legged on your mattress and waited, your body buzzing with excitement. When your phone vibrated in your hand, you practically squealed. Steve’s face appeared on the screen and you swiped to answer the call.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he greeted, his voice low and suave. “What’re you doing?”

“What are you doing? You’re acting all sexy and mysterious.”

He laughed. Even his laugh sounded different.

“I can tell you what I’m doin’ if that’s what you want,” he replied, then his voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Do you want to know what I’m doin’, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, closing your eyes.

He took a deep breath and released it slowly; the sound made you shiver. “I’m lying in bed, shirtless, thinking of you.”

You lay down on your bed and adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position, your upper body propped up by a pillow.

“I’m down the hall. You could be shirtless in bed with me right now.”

“Soon, pretty girl,” he cooed. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He chuckled low in his chest when you moaned his name.

“You seem to know what you’re doing, Cap. Tell me what to do. I’ll obey.”

“Oh, baby girl, you’re in trouble.” You both laughed breathlessly, then all you could heard was the thunder of blood in your ears and his ragged breathing. “Open your blouse.”

Your free hand flew to the top button, eager to remove your blouse. Steve must have sensed your excitement because he quickly groaned the word ‘slowly’ into the phone. You brushed your fingers across your breasts and let them dance across your stomach.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Cup your breasts.” You did as he asked. “Tug on your bra, let your tits breathe.”

Again, you followed his commands and slid the straps of your bra off. Your breasts spilled over the cups, giving you access to your already hard nipples. You pinched, tugged and ran your finger across your nipple. Steve was breathing hard, loving your mewling noises.

He popped open the buttons on his jeans and pushed them and his briefs down his thighs. His erection sprang free, the heavy weight slapping against his lower belly. With his free hand, he cupped his balls and rolled them in his palm, wishing it were your hand on him.

“Oh, God,” he hissed, “you sound so good, so good.”

“Are you hard for me?”

The coy tone of your voice made him smile. “Yes, sweetheart.” A hard shudder racked his body as he wrapped his hand around his cock. “Big and hard for my good girl.”

His words pulled a high-pitched moan from your throat at the same time his thumb swiped over the precum leaking from his tip. He bit his bottom lip hard, his hips thrusting forward of their own volition.

“Pet your clit for me, sweetheart.”

You complied without comment, your breath ragged and your throat dry. You slipped your hand into your panties, gathered your wetness and pressed two fingers against your clit.

“Do you remember,” he began, licking his dry lips. “Do you remember that day when I pushed you against the wall and ripped off your panties? You were moaning so loud that I had to put my hand over your mouth.”

“I remember,” you whispered.

“Then we heard Bucky walk toward us, but I kept fucking you, hard and fast. He almost caught us. I had never felt more alive. Can I tell you a secret?”

“Please,” you mewled, circling the hood of your clit with the pads of your fingers.

“I wanted him to catch us. It’s one of my biggest fantasies, baby girl. I want to watch you suck his cock while I fuck you from behind. I want to hear you gag on his cock while he fucks your pretty mouth. I want to see his face twist with pleasure, knowing my sweet girl did this to him.”

“Oh, my God,” you cried out, still dutifully rubbing your clit, waiting for his instructions. “Yes, please.”

“I will never share you with anyone. I can’t help picturing it and I will allow you to picture it too, but you’re mine. Say it!”

“I’m yours, Steve. Your good girl, your baby girl, your sweetheart.”

“Yes, you are,” he grunted.

He realized he was gripping the phone too tightly, but he seemed to have no control over himself anymore. He stroked his cock faster, rolling the swollen crown between his thumb and forefinger.

“I need more,” you whined, almost crying. “Tell me more.”

“So needy,” he gasped. The pleasure was too intense, he had trouble keeping up with his fantasy. “How wet are you for me? Are your sweet juices running down your thighs?”

“Yes.”

“You think you can dip your fingers into your pussy, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Your fingers are so small.” He bit back a whine. “You need at least three fingers to pretend I’m inside you. Can you do that?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“So brave, my pretty girl.”

For a moment, he listened to your moans and closed his eyes shut. He pictured you sprawled out on your bed, your legs wide open to accommodate your fingers. He wondered if you had stuck the phone between your shoulder and ear to play with your breasts.

“I’m so close.” His hips jerked faster as he fucked his hand.

“Me too,” you panted. “I want you inside me, please, Steve.”

“Yes,” he hissed. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. I’m gonna pump my big cock into you until you’re crying out my name and everyone knows you’re the Captain’s good girl. I’m gonna shoot my load inside you. Hot thick cum gushing out of your swollen pussy.”

He imagined having to press his flat hand on your lower belly, watching in awe as his thick, white cum poured out of your cunt. That image was his undoing, he came into his palm, groaning and grunting as he heard you work through your orgasm.

He opened his mouth to speak when he realized he had crushed his phone in his fist. With a frustrated groan, he used his shirt to clean himself off and tucked himself back into his jeans before he rushed to your bedroom.

He entered without knocking on the door and found you in the position he had imagined. Your eyes were still closed and you hand was resting between your thighs. The bed shifted under his weight as he climbed in. You smiled, your eyes still closed.

He crawled up between your parted legs and positioned himself in front of where his mouth longed to taste.

“We can’t have phone sex when we’re on missions,” he informed you, kissing his way up your thigh.

Surprised, you opened your eyes and gave him a quizzical look. He smiled at you, all mischievous and naughty.

“I just crushed my phone,” he explained. “That shit is way too expensive.”